Reminds me of the many, many times I’ve been dragged outside to eat all the while being told “come on, it’ll be fun”. It wasn’t. Why do we have to go outside and eat when we have a perfectly good house with a perfectly good set of tables and chairs in it with no bugs and no bird poop?

I’m laughing so hard right now remembering a camping trip when I was 12 . Our tent caved in during the night from the weight of the SNOW that had fallen while we slept. Yeah, that was the first time I had ever been that cold.